'I bet you can't even take a bite' Donna retorted to the Doctor . He gazed down at the offending piece of fruit on the plate before him . He shook his head.
' If you don't take a bite, you'll have to dye your hair!' Donna reminded him of the bet they had made.
' I don't like pears' he reminded her, his face was pulled into a scowl.
' Not even one nibble?' Donna teased him. He shook his head.
' No, they taste disgusting. They dribble down your mouth and are squishy'.
' You'll have to dye your hair green' Donna reminded him. ' If you don't bite into this pear, you'll be like Kermit!' . The Doctor picked up the fruit, and smelled it. It smelt disgusting, he put it to his lips. Donna was watching curiously, to see if he would actually give in, but as soon as he put it to his lips , and opened his mouth, he put it back on the plate, pushed it away, and got up from the table.
Soon, he returned into the kitchen, Donna heaved over in laughter when she saw him.
He had dyed his hair bright green. In fact, the sight of the Doctor with that shade of hair reminded Donna of something. She opened her mouth.
' Well Doctor , you finally look like a Martain' , she managed in between her laughs.